I Love Her Anyway

Chapter 10

After taking a nice evening swim in the jacuzzi, Brendon takes you inside and wraps you up in a fluffy robe as well as him, then sits you down for a nice dinner. His chef makes both of you a nice stir fry with veggies and noodles along with some dinner rolls and smoothies. Your head spins at just how good it tastes. Brendon then dresses you in your clothes again carefully and he changes into his own before picking up his keys and heading to the door.

"Come on," he beckons.

"Wait- what?" you stare at him, confused. "It's literally night time."

"We're going out," he insists. He picks up your heels then tugs on your hand to get you out the door, handing them to you when you reach the garage. You roll your eyes and groan, reluctantly putting on your heels, not wanting to go out at all. He slides in his seat and revs up the engine, you settling in your seat.

"Where the fuck are we going?" you narrow your eyes, buckling in your seatbelt in the shotgun seat of Brendon's car. "It's literally eleven."

"Exactly, it's not even late," he rolls his eyes. "Come on."

"What if someone sees us?" you hiss. "What then? What if my fucking dad sees us? I told him I was at my friend's!"

"Believe me, where we're going your dad isn't going to be there," he insists.

"What are we doing?" you tilt your head to the side.

"It's a surprise," he says flatly. "And if I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore."

"Right," you nod sarcastically. "Okay."

"What do you think it is?" he wonders, taking a turn.

"Well I don't fucking know because you won't tell me," you pout.

"Guess," he prods. "Come on, babe. Don't be such an ass."

"Fine," you comply. "Um, clubbing? Oh my god. I swear, if you sneak me into a bar or try to give me a fake ID I swear to god Brendon-"

"We're not clubbing," he laughs, shaking his head. "God no."

"Well where else would we go in the literal middle of the night?" you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You'll see," he winks. "Patience, my love."

He pulls up to the last place you thought you'd ever enter in your entire lifetime. "No," you shake your head. "No, no, no. There's no way in hell I'm going in there."

"Yes, you are," he narrows his eyes. "Now come on."

"Brendon!" you hiss. "There is no fucking way in hell I'm going into a sex shop. They'll think you're a child molester or something if you're seen with someone as young as me! I doubt I'm even allowed to go in!"

"Oh fuck off," his eyes turn cold.

"Okay I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like-" your words get caught in your throat. "I'm sorry."